PHoPA Newsletter August 2016 - Parrotheads of Port Aransas

August 2016
Island Poop
HELPING OUR HEROES !
PHLOCK PREPARES TO CHILL !
Wings 2016
‘License To Chill’
September 16 & 17
Got A License Yet ?
7th Annual
Wings Over Port A “License to Chill”
Sept 16th & 17th 2016
$60 PER PERSON
Members and invited guests are invited to joins us for our 2016 Fall Fundraiser!
Festivities begin on Friday the 16th at 6pm with a dolphin watch, sunset cruise
and pirate adventure event on the Island Queen ($20.00 per person)
only 100 seats are available.
At 7pm we will have a BYOChair bonfire at the beach with entertainment
provided by Mango Mani of San Antonio.
The Phun continues Saturday the 17th with:
A turtle release in the morning, Sand Sculpting lessons in the afternoon by
professional Sand Sculptor Chip Cooper. Annual dinner and Auctions in the
evening, Cocktail hour begins at 6:30pm, Beer and other spirits available or
BYOB. Dinner and Dance follows.
Jerry Diaz and Hannah's Reef will provide entertainment.
The cost is $60 per person with an addition $20 per person for
the sunset cruise. Your registration must be received no later
than 9/1/16 to get a free t-shirt!
Deno’s Dialogue
Our Wings Over Port A License to Chill is well
underway. Things are a bit behind but the speed is
picking up. We are getting donations to our event.
If you have anytime to spare and would like to help
please contact Dee Dee Shields and she can give
you a few names or places to contact. The more we
have the more we can make. If you are assigned to a
committee that does not mean that you cannot do
other things. We are short of people on the
decorating committee and we could use a few
talented people to have some fun. That is all done
in advance so you can get done early in the day. All of the other
committees are full and do not need any more help, that I am aware of.
Our happy hour on last Thursday was a good one at the Tarpon Bar and
Grill and they were very friendly to us and even gave some appetizers to us
to sample. We took some pictures for the newspaper of the heart monitor
that we raised $5000.00 toward the cost. The city of Port Aransas paid the
rest. This was the fruit of our event last year and it was good. I hope none
of us ever need the heart monitor but it sure is nice to have. I feel better
and hope you do too. This is what Parrot Heads are about. We do good
and have fun. Why would anyone who likes to have fun not want
to be a part of a group like that?
This year we are doing a three way split on our charity donations. The
groups are The ARK (Animal Rehabilitation Keep), PACT (Port Aransas
Community Theatre) and the VFW (Veterans of Foreign Wars) building
fund. These groups will be the recipients of the money we raise. We keep
nothing for us, so If you have time get involved. This is our annual
fundraiser. Oh, by the way, a great time will be had by all. Jerry Diaz and
Hannah's Reef ( A center stage prime time act at
MOTM in Key West and friend of the club)
is our music entertainment.
If we all pitch in it is not a lot of work.
Deno "Moon Dog" Fabrie
PORT A PETE’S PHUNTASTIC PHEATURES
Lines n Lyrics
Can you name this Jimmy Buffet tune from one line or lyric in the song ?
“So I hang on to the string, work that whole gravity thing”
Answer on The Back Page
I HEARD IT ON THE COCONUT TELEGRAPH Heard a second oil rig has docked across the ship channel…
Heard some rumors about trying out more phlock activities.
Anybody up for a kayak trip ? How about breakfast on the beach ?
Bean Bag Tournament ? Surf fishing down Island ? Hooks game ?
Any other ideas ? Let’s do it !
Heard the phlock got to check out the portable cardiac monitor
our donation from Wings last year helped Port Aransas EMS
secure for their third ambulance. First Responders Rule !
Heard volunteers are still needed for Wings.
Decorating and Donations Committees still need lots of help.
Heard Randy got PHLOCKED for his 70th !
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Inspired by Naked Came the Sharks by Jed Donellie and Devorah Fox
A WHALE OF A TAIL
© Copyright 2016 by Orville Ballard and Devorah Fox
In previous episodes, Cheri Bradshaw, a student at the Intracoastal Marine Institute in Turtle
Point, has been helping with a team excavating the skeleton of a whale buried in the dunes and
has uncovered a human skull. Cheri, fellow student Corny, freelance journalist Tool, local law
enforcement, and the director of the IMI all want to know to whom did the skull belong and
how did it end up buried on the beach.
When we last saw Cheri she was “taking lunch” with high powered company execs at one of
Turtle Point’s premier restaurants.
Steaks, burgers, and shrimp weren’t the only things being grilled at Davy
Jones’ Locker. Cheri’s lunch companions asked so many questions about
her sky dive over the beach and her work as a Marine Institute intern that
she felt like she was getting the third degree.
Her cell phone rang, startling her enough to make her pop halfway out of
her chair. She cast a discreet glance at the display. With all the aplomb of a lifelong corporate
executive, she said, “Excuse men, gentlemen, I need to take this.”
As soon as she was out of earshot, she spoke into her phone. “Hey, Tool.”
“Cheri, where are you? I’m still at the hangar.
You never came back from the sky dive.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you. I, uh, hitched a ride on the beach
and, uh, had a chance to grab something to eat. I apologize if you were
waiting for me. Look, can you meet me at the Institute library in
about an hour?”
“Sure,” Tool replied, sounding only mildly peeved.
Cheri returned to the table. “I’m sorry, but I need to get back to the school.
Something’s, uh, come up. Corny, do you mind?”
“Not at all,” he said but it seemed to Cheri that he rose somewhat slowly from his seat.
Cheri beamed her brightest smile. “It was great meeting y’all. Thank you so much for lunch.”
“Our pleasure.” The Paradiso Development guys stood and nodded but their
smiles came off a bit frosty.
As Corny carted Cheri back to campus he asked, “Is there a problem?
Something I should know about?”
“Thanks. You’ve been swell. I really appreciated being rescued from the beach. I was in for a
long walk. And lunch with your friends was a real treat. But, uh, one of the volunteers who takes
care of turtles in rehab called in sick and they’re shorthanded.”
“Anything I can do to help?”
“That’s so nice of you to ask, but we all get special training. The director doesn’t like to see all
kinds of germs and viruses introduced into the habitat, so the policy is to keep visitors to a
minimum.” That part at least wasn’t a lie. The sick and injured sea turtles being cared for in the
rehabilitation lab did have fragile constitutions. Tourists were permitted only under infrequent
and controlled conditions. “Just drop me off at the Institute’s main entrance.”
“OK. I’ll call you later. Maybe we can get together for a beer.”
“I’d like that,” Cheri said, and gave Corny a peck on the cheek for good measure.
She slipped from the golf cart seat, waved, and trotted up the stairs. From the
lobby, she waited until Corny was well down the road headed away from the
Institute, then made for the library. She found Tool standing just
inside the door, frowning.
“I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to desert you,” Cheri said. “I met a friend on
the beach and got invited to lunch and ... well, that’s not important. Tell me,
do you know anything about Paradiso Development? I mean, more than
what’s printed in the papers?”
Tool added a scowl to his frown. “You forget, I write those papers.”
“Not your paper. The other papers. The mainstream ones,” Cheri said, making finger
quote-marks. “That’s why I’m asking you.”
Tool’s frown and scowl were replaced by raised eyebrows and a cocked head. “Why?”
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“’Cause I just had lunch with three of their execs and they asked
lot of questions about the buried whale skeleton. More than
anyone else has every asked me, including the reporters who
interviewed me when I dug up that skull.”
“You don’t say. What’s any of that got to do with a luxury
development miles down the road?”
Next: Did Cheri’s sensibilities get scrambled by the sky dive or
are Tool’s journalist instincts picking up on a hot story?
Head Phlocker — Deno Fabrie
Veepoda Phlock — Randy Hansen
Chief Squawker — Sharon Stricker
Keeper o’da Phunds — Anita Krampitz
Da Sarge — Bill Thomas
Public Squawker—Diana Fabrie
Keeper o’da Scrapbook — Brenda Porter
Phounder o’da Phlock—Lu Ann Ferguson
Thanks phor this month’s pics phrom Phlock Photogs:
Andrea Colunga Bussey
Diana Fabrie
Anita Krampitz
Linda Hansen
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Coastal Confessions
Well I'm a tidal pool explorer from the days of my misspent youth.
I believe that down on the beach, where the sea gulls preach,
is where the Chinese buried the truth.
So I dig in the sand with my misguided hands
And if I dig deep enough hell I just might dig it up.
Talking about treasure, talking about pleasure, talking about love.
Now I'm a reader of the night sky and a singer of inordinate tunes.
That's how I float across time, living way past my prime,
like a long lost baby's balloon.
So I hang on to the string, work that whole gravity thing.
But when my space ship goes pop, back to the earth I will drop
into the sea, or the limbs of a tree, or the wings of my love.
And I don't know what I'm supposed to do.
Maybe invent me a story or two.
I've got coastal confessions to make. How ‘bout you, how ‘bout you ?
They say that time is like a river and stories are the key to the past.
But now I'm stuck in between here at my typing machine
trying to come up with some words that will last.
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Lines n Lyrics
Costal Confessions
License To Chill 2004
It's so easy to see that we live history, and if I just find the beat
I know I land on my feet. I always do, Hadn't got a clue.
Does it comes from above ?
And I don't know what I'm supposed to do
Maybe invent me a story or two
I've got coastal confessions to make. How ‘bout you, how ‘bout you ?
Let's go to church, Sonny...
So bless me father, yes I have sinned.
Given the chance I'll probably do it again.
I don't need absolution, just a simple solution will do.
So let's talk about the future, or the consequences of my past.
I've got scars, I've got lines, I'm not hard to define.
Just an altar boy coverin' his ass.
I know I can't run and hide, but just hang on for the ride.
There will be laughter and tears as we progress through the years.
But still it's fun, hey I'm not done, gonna dance 'til I fall.
And I don't know what I'm supposed to do
Maybe have me a boat drink or two
It's just the coastal confessions I hear. Tell the truth, tell the truth.
I've got some coastal confessions to make.
How 'bout you, how 'bout you, how 'bout you, how 'bout you ?
And you, and you, and you.
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Uhhh...42 years since my last confession
Well father, do you have the rest of the week ?
Let's get started...
I had impure thoughts.
I smoked some pot.
Stole some peanut butter.
Father, wake up.
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